soul

Does he know
How you are
Every time
You close
Your mouth ?
Does he know
Not to laugh
When you’re tired
And the world
Is on your back ?
Do you know
Your hands make
Whatever they take
A beautiful mess
Because of its strength ?
Does he know
Not to talk
About your home ?
Does he do eulogies
Silently for your soul ?
Do you know
Your eyes shine
When you’re mad ?
Does he notices the gaps
Your unique face shape
Makes when you laugh ?
Does he know how much
You hate those holes
Even if they hide your
Well guarded soul ?
Does he know
What song you play
When no-one is there
And the floor’s your bed ?
Do you know
Where you’ve been ?
Do we know
What we are still ?

Like this:

Goodbye blue sky
I’m going far tonight,
For I have tried
And I’m far too tired.
Human relationships are hard
I never know how to react,
How could I if I live in disguise ?
Since the beginning of my time
I am not capable of knowing the how,
I can certainty decrypt the why
But never tell what’s behind the mask.
It’s not that I don’t want to speak
Is that I’ve always been so lonely,
That my words seem lost
Beneath the surging flow
Of my mysterious soul.
I am not made for people
And now I should leave you
So we could be free
And finally live.
For I’ve never done anything
That could hurt something
You cared about fondly.
But you’re good now
Kissing another man,
Breathing me out
And that’s all I care about
Since my love is always mad
And your happiness I want so bad,
Even more than what I planned.
You don’t know how much
You meant to my heart,
You melted like ice
Just never asked
What was in my mind.
So goodbye blue sky,
Goodbye love of mine
I’m leaving before I die
So you can lead a good life
Away from these arms of mine.

Another tequila night
Girls gone wild,
Alcohol to the core
Of this special shot.
I used to love the game
Flirting with someone else
Finding a new person
Releasing the pressure.
Now I don’t feel anything
And all is boredom,
Thing are good seldom
I don’t find it interesting.
Why look for another woman
When I can’t forget the old one?
Why play for days, months, years
To get fucked up in the end of it?
My addiction is coming back
And I don’t have the energy
To keep it from my misery
As in my mind I hold you tight.
I want it all to just go
Though these lines
Don’t seem to stop
And I’m tired of trying
When there’s just acting.
More tequila is coming
Girls all around puking
A pen slices my hand
Blood filling my insides,
And I begin to write.
I’ll leave you be now
Don’t worry about I,
There’s still some art
Left for me to die.